Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 28, 2022 11:05:06 GMT -6
Samara Weaving vs
Elettra Lamborghini
Before: Elettra gave IBB their first title over a month before Khalifa was even signed and is NOT happy about the push the smaller fighter is getting! “I should be the one fighting for the title! She had her chance and she failed! I have crushed everyone of these Odds & Ends girls in the ring, and it will only end the same way!” (Her bare-fisted and bare-breasted war of attrition against Demi Rose in Ibiza conveniently forgotten) Samara having a quietly good year, starting to claim championship quality scalps now. “I hope she’s thinking about Mia and Demi. Because then she’ll be wide open for what I’m going to inlfixt on her!”
Ringpost in sand setup. Samara entering wearing an orange demi-cup bikini, white trim, hair loose and windblown wild, white gloves. Elettra in a light blue triangle-cut bikini, hair loose and shoulder length, blue gloves. Both fighters barefoot in the sand
R1: Samara charging the mound, stampeding Elettra to the ropes and going bell to bell on the bigger brunette. Weaving romping away, pushing Lamborghini deep into the ropes with extended arms, then stepping in with gut wrenching rights--just packing in the punishment as Italian wilts. Nothing scientific about it--just blonde stacking a brunette up and plunging right hands into tawny midriff, swiping rude right forearm across jug and jamming shock-rights to jaw. Elettra all rag dolled, pressed and pounded--she’s woozy after 3 of the longest minutes of her life.
R2: Samara continues to make the fight--bulling into Elettra, backing her up; beating Lambo to punches, outworking her. Elettra showing signs of life however--standing her ground in spots, moving her hands--she’s starting to get right hands underneath and overhand rights around Samara’s left ear. Both girls starting to show lethal stubby right hands in close--bodies in behind the blows--crowd reacting as chins are grazed by savage-looking pokes, bellies&breasts beaten by raunchy huo-hups. Weaving finally able to stack Lamborghini up and push her back by the final moments, landing several hard swinging lefts and rights along the waist.
R3: Lusty shoulder bumping midring as girls push for punching room, timing hooks and sweeping right hands off the rub. Samara with a nice rhythm, routinely ducking under Elettra’s haymakers, coming up with tidy strokes on the belly, tugging that chin, moving brunette with punches as Lambo starts to give ground. Final minute, Elettra in grudging retreat steps back, plants and lands a gorgeous swinging right hand flat to the belly to shock Samara coming in, swivels blonde’s head and WEAVING’S HURT! Lamborghini palm-shoving the shoulders to get Samara tottering backward, able to launch a walking barrage as she steps forward. Weaving on her heels, dazed, desperately blocking punches—lefts and rights club and bounce off her head and shoulders as she’s driven ropeside. Lambo sailing in a looping right, smashes that left eye, slumping Aussie shabby in the ropes, Elettra setting and pumping to the body&breasts with both arms pumping savagely as groggy Samara wilts forward and offers the fight’s first clinch. Lamborghini pouring it on past the bell, drifting a little south of the border all jiggly with enthusiasm.
R4 : Samara chucks a right: Elettra rolls it with the left shoulder, answers back a quick-licking right uppie to the body, shuffles to the right again as blonde soaks it up. Weaving jumps into her hook: Lamorghini ducks under, cuddlee up around Aussie waist, head in behind Samara's raised left elbow to awkwardly trap the limb. Elettra cruelly methodical, placing those right hands square, flat and loud to the body, sliding around them, Weaving 's breaking down. Lambo stays with it - hooking up into the tits, pounding the right uppy off the body - she could take Samara's wide open chin, but Italian wants to punish, not just stop her foe. Devastating attrition piles up, Weaving sobbing from body shots and not answering back - she finally bends forward, slowly slouching to all fours as Lamborghini steps away all smiles. KO4 for Elettra Lamborghini.
After: Elettra steps in close, plugging a right hand to the pit of Samara’s body, staring into the faces of O&E brass and fighters ringside as blonde pitches forward with a groan, head on Lamborghini’s shoulder, Elettra snakes the left behind Samara’s neck, right hand cupping atop damp scalp to press Aussie face firmly to rounded Lambo-mounds.
Samara weakening in stages, turns slightly to her left, her left hand clutching at the middle rope as her right rides lightly around Elettra’s waist. Lamborghini stamping on the spot, tummy working rhythmically in and out, backside jiggling as she works hard to keep Weaving stacked up in the corner. Finally, Samara’s knees bend, then straighten: Elettra immediately tightens her grip, pressing her right cheek to blonde scalp, eyes dancing, senses collapse and POURS jug to wilting Weaving.
Samara sadly droops to her haunches, Elettra following her down, brawny shoulders working that terrible hold. Lamborghini inching forward a bit, getting her weight forward as Weaving reclines into turnbuckle, goes limp, hands in her lap as Elettra’s lips--she slowly releases, sitting back on her own haunches to regard the slumbering beauty in front of her. Samara slouched unconscious against turnbuckle--face clammy-wet, shiny, thin lips parted, eyes closed, eyebrows arched high. Lamborghini just sitting there laughing--looking over her shoulder at stablemates, milking her moment of JMD supremacy for all it’s worth!
Elettra Lamborghini
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Elettra gave IBB their first title over a month before Khalifa was even signed and is NOT happy about the push the smaller fighter is getting! “I should be the one fighting for the title! She had her chance and she failed! I have crushed everyone of these Odds & Ends girls in the ring, and it will only end the same way!” (Her bare-fisted and bare-breasted war of attrition against Demi Rose in Ibiza conveniently forgotten) Samara having a quietly good year, starting to claim championship quality scalps now. “I hope she’s thinking about Mia and Demi. Because then she’ll be wide open for what I’m going to inlfixt on her!”
Ringpost in sand setup. Samara entering wearing an orange demi-cup bikini, white trim, hair loose and windblown wild, white gloves. Elettra in a light blue triangle-cut bikini, hair loose and shoulder length, blue gloves. Both fighters barefoot in the sand
R1: Samara charging the mound, stampeding Elettra to the ropes and going bell to bell on the bigger brunette. Weaving romping away, pushing Lamborghini deep into the ropes with extended arms, then stepping in with gut wrenching rights--just packing in the punishment as Italian wilts. Nothing scientific about it--just blonde stacking a brunette up and plunging right hands into tawny midriff, swiping rude right forearm across jug and jamming shock-rights to jaw. Elettra all rag dolled, pressed and pounded--she’s woozy after 3 of the longest minutes of her life.
R2: Samara continues to make the fight--bulling into Elettra, backing her up; beating Lambo to punches, outworking her. Elettra showing signs of life however--standing her ground in spots, moving her hands--she’s starting to get right hands underneath and overhand rights around Samara’s left ear. Both girls starting to show lethal stubby right hands in close--bodies in behind the blows--crowd reacting as chins are grazed by savage-looking pokes, bellies&breasts beaten by raunchy huo-hups. Weaving finally able to stack Lamborghini up and push her back by the final moments, landing several hard swinging lefts and rights along the waist.
R3: Lusty shoulder bumping midring as girls push for punching room, timing hooks and sweeping right hands off the rub. Samara with a nice rhythm, routinely ducking under Elettra’s haymakers, coming up with tidy strokes on the belly, tugging that chin, moving brunette with punches as Lambo starts to give ground. Final minute, Elettra in grudging retreat steps back, plants and lands a gorgeous swinging right hand flat to the belly to shock Samara coming in, swivels blonde’s head and WEAVING’S HURT! Lamborghini palm-shoving the shoulders to get Samara tottering backward, able to launch a walking barrage as she steps forward. Weaving on her heels, dazed, desperately blocking punches—lefts and rights club and bounce off her head and shoulders as she’s driven ropeside. Lambo sailing in a looping right, smashes that left eye, slumping Aussie shabby in the ropes, Elettra setting and pumping to the body&breasts with both arms pumping savagely as groggy Samara wilts forward and offers the fight’s first clinch. Lamborghini pouring it on past the bell, drifting a little south of the border all jiggly with enthusiasm.
R4 : Samara chucks a right: Elettra rolls it with the left shoulder, answers back a quick-licking right uppie to the body, shuffles to the right again as blonde soaks it up. Weaving jumps into her hook: Lamorghini ducks under, cuddlee up around Aussie waist, head in behind Samara's raised left elbow to awkwardly trap the limb. Elettra cruelly methodical, placing those right hands square, flat and loud to the body, sliding around them, Weaving 's breaking down. Lambo stays with it - hooking up into the tits, pounding the right uppy off the body - she could take Samara's wide open chin, but Italian wants to punish, not just stop her foe. Devastating attrition piles up, Weaving sobbing from body shots and not answering back - she finally bends forward, slowly slouching to all fours as Lamborghini steps away all smiles. KO4 for Elettra Lamborghini.
After: Elettra steps in close, plugging a right hand to the pit of Samara’s body, staring into the faces of O&E brass and fighters ringside as blonde pitches forward with a groan, head on Lamborghini’s shoulder, Elettra snakes the left behind Samara’s neck, right hand cupping atop damp scalp to press Aussie face firmly to rounded Lambo-mounds.
Samara weakening in stages, turns slightly to her left, her left hand clutching at the middle rope as her right rides lightly around Elettra’s waist. Lamborghini stamping on the spot, tummy working rhythmically in and out, backside jiggling as she works hard to keep Weaving stacked up in the corner. Finally, Samara’s knees bend, then straighten: Elettra immediately tightens her grip, pressing her right cheek to blonde scalp, eyes dancing, senses collapse and POURS jug to wilting Weaving.
Samara sadly droops to her haunches, Elettra following her down, brawny shoulders working that terrible hold. Lamborghini inching forward a bit, getting her weight forward as Weaving reclines into turnbuckle, goes limp, hands in her lap as Elettra’s lips--she slowly releases, sitting back on her own haunches to regard the slumbering beauty in front of her. Samara slouched unconscious against turnbuckle--face clammy-wet, shiny, thin lips parted, eyes closed, eyebrows arched high. Lamborghini just sitting there laughing--looking over her shoulder at stablemates, milking her moment of JMD supremacy for all it’s worth!